A/N Kurt is finally at Dalton! Will he be able to blend in here, or will it be harder to hide his alien nature? Had some trouble with this chapter, but think I worked it out.

Reviews always welcome!

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Blending In

Kurt studied himself in the full length mirror. The Dalton uniform would definitely make it easier to blend in with the crowd, but Kurt felt stifled by it. He knew he needed to appear completely normal, and hiding in a crowd of boys all wearing the same outfit would help with that, but it angered him that it was necessary.

But then, Blaine was just down the hall, he could see him any time he wanted. He felt safer just thinking of the other boy being so close. He didn't know if the other boy had any feelings for him other than friendship, but he knew he was crushing hard, and had to remind himself constantly not to act like an idiot in front of the other boy. At least in that regard he was just like every other awkward teen on the planet.

With a sigh, Kurt grabbed up his messenger bag and headed out for his first day of classes at Dalton. Wes and Blaine were waiting for him in the main hall, and showed him to the cafeteria for breakfast.

"Did you sleep well?" Blaine asked as they got their trays.

Kurt shrugged. "I wasn't expecting the dorms to be so quiet. I'm used to hearing the sound of traffic outside my window."

Wes smiled. "I know what you mean. I usually sleep with a fan on just for the white noise."

Kurt nodded. "I might have to try that tonight. I was also expecting to have a roommate, though. Are all the dorms singles?"

"No," Blaine answered. "Most dorms are doubles, but you transferred mid term, so all that were left were singles."

"Oh," Kurt said, nodding. Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about a roommate walking in on anything awkward.

They sat down at a table with several other boys. Kurt recognized most of them from the day he'd come to spy, but the only one he knew by name was David. Wes introduced him to the others. They all seemed nice, they all greeted him with a friendly smile.

He noticed that two of the boys, Nick and Jeff, were leaning into each other, and Nick had one arm on the back of the blond boy's chair. Were they a couple? The other boys all seemed to be used to the two boys being close, and no one said anything about it, but apparently someone noticed Kurt kept glancing at the two boys.

"I take it you didn't see very many gay couples at your old school?" Jeff asked, smiling kindly at him.

Kurt blushed and looked down. "I was the only openly gay kid," he said, emphasizing the openly part. "I wasn't even allowed to look at another boy outside Glee without fear of being body checked into a locker. Or worse."

Several of the boys looked at him sympathetically.

"Let me guess," Nick said. "The teachers all were either deaf, dumb, and blind, or just happened to be looking in the wrong direction when all of this was going on?"

Kurt just shrugged.

"That's so wrong on so many levels," David said.

"That's life in public schools when you're gay in Ohio," Kurt said. "The teachers don't get paid enough to care. Half of them would rather be anywhere else than in a classroom with two dozen teenagers who don't want to be there either."

Many of the boys made sounds of disapproval at this, and Kurt felt warmed by their support, even if he didn't know any of them.

"Well," the one called Thad said, "the teachers here are great, they love their subjects and are enthusiastic about teaching them. A few of them are pretty strict, but for the most part you'll find the classes to be informative as well as entertaining."

Kurt decided that Thad was right by third period. He'd learned more in his first two classes, Government and History, in one period than he'd learned all semester at McKinley. And as for French class? This was the first time he'd actually been challenged to keep up as the teacher, Mlle. Rayne, read passages from A Midsummer Night's Dream in French, while the students attempted to translate.

By lunch time, Kurt was ready for a break from the unexpected information overload, and once again sat with Blaine and some of the Warblers. The dark haired boy smiled at him as he took a seat.

"So, ready to run screaming yet?" Blaine asked.

Kurt laughed. "Not quite yet, though studying Charlemagne might push me over the edge." Several of the boys joined in the laughter at that remark. "Seriously though, I'm enjoying actually learning something for a change."

"I'm glad you are adjusting well," Wes said as he joined them. "Have you decided whether you'd like to audition for the Warblers yet?"

Kurt had been torn about joining the a Capella group. With Sectionals so close, he hadn't even been sure he'd be allowed to, but when Wes had offered him an audition, he couldn't help thinking that he'd be betraying his friends in New Directions. Granted, there was no way he'd give up their set list or help the Warblers cheat, nor would he do anything to hamper the Warbler's chances just so his friends could win. But he loved to sing, and now at Dalton, it might be his only way of expressing himself.

"Yeah, I think I will."

The Asian boy smiled at him. "Great, can you have something ready by four this afternoon?"

"Sure," he replied, already going through his playlists mentally. By the end of the day he'd changed his mind half a dozen times, but finally settled on a song. It wasn't something he'd normally sing, but it fit his mood, and he knew he could pull it off.

I'm the boy in the corner of the room
The one you never notice
Getting lost among the stars in the sky
Like a picture out of focus
I'm the sun in your eyes
Yet, you don't see me
I wear no disguise
But you don't see me
I'm a total surprise
And you don't see me
I'm so agonized
That you don't see me
You don't see me

As he sang, he couldn't help thinking about the double meaning behind the song. He had been pretty much ignored by the teachers at McKinley, and the majority of the students as well. None of them saw his suffering over the last couple of years. They didn't want to see it.

But it also made him think of having to hide a part of himself away from the world who couldn't accept his human side, let alone his alien half. He wished there was just one person he could be himself around, completely.

As the song came to an end, Kurt glanced at Blaine, only to find the curly haired boy smiling at him, as the other Warblers applauded.

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In the hallway, the janitor wiped a tear from his eye as the music faded. The voice was so pure, and the song seemed so poignant. Kendall had to remind himself once again that the boy might not be human, or at least not entirely so. The kid reminded him so much of himself at that age, wanting to be noticed for who he was, while still trying to hide the real him.

He wished he could tell the boy that someone did see him, and that it would get better, but he knew that may not be true. If they found proof the boy was an alien, or at least partly so, Kendall knew that the boy's future was in doubt.

He half hoped they didn't find any proof.

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Field Director Anderson studied the the video for the hundredth time. Something had been bothering him about it since the first time he'd watched it. This time he ignored the boy and focused on the shattering of the lens.

Nothing had hit the camera, there was no impact of any kind, yet the glass had cracked and splintered into thousands of tiny cracks.

He'd surmised that the boy had used molecular vibration to make himself invisible, rather than using illusion. It was possible that the vibration could have distorted the air current and caused the lens to shatter, but that would have caused all the glass in the area to shatter as well. No, he didn't think the boy had anything to do with the lens shattering.

He began to go through the footage from the other cameras. None of these showed Agent Remington or the Hummel boy, but perhaps they would show something that would explain the broken camera. He found one that actually showed the other camera, and studied it. Again he had to go frame by frame, and still almost missed it, but at the moment the camera lens shatters, there was a very confined distortion around the camera itself.

Frowning, he switched to another camera. And there it was. Moments before the lens breaks, a car passes on the road, and slows down. He couldn't see the driver's face from this angle, but he could see the driver side window being lowered, and an arm, palm out towards the affected camera.

Slowing the video again, he could see the same distortion surrounding the exposed palm. But even more telling, Anderson recognized the blazer the driver was wearing.

There was another alien at Dalton.